Vacation time.

Man, my posts are becoming more and more sporadic. I used to write a least once a week and now I hardly write at all. It's a little disappointing. Only two posts in the month of December! I guess it sort of corresponds to all of the other things that used to be consistent. Like my conversations with Lauren— I talked to her today for the first time in ages. It was good and I miss it.

Christmas came and went. It was simple; I am glad of this. I go back to school on the tenth, so I still have a good chunk of time at home that allows me to think of other things and pursue other interests, at least for the time being. This weekend I'm going back to campus, though, to pick up a prescription and, hopefully, look at some apartments for next year with Danielle. Yes, I'll probably still be at Chapel Hill next year, despite all of my qualms. And at the moment I'm okay with that— If the right sort of opportunities present themselves, I shouldn't need to worry about it. I can live a positive lifestyle wherever I am, whether my flesh wants to be there or not.

This summer I'm looking into some mission trip opportunities. Who knows if I'll get to go anywhere or not, but I'm really hoping. Dad was talking about finding some internships, so I may do that, too. And of course, Chick-Fil-A offered me a job whenever I need one, so if I need some cash or have time to kill, that's always an option (and a generous one, at that).

Currently, I'm sort of taking advantage of "break time." AKA, being completely and undeniably lazy. This is a good thing and a bad thing; I desperately needed to chill out, but laziness is also an unprofitable lifestyle. I'm reading Proverbs little by little, trying to soak in individual verses instead of reading through a chapter and calling it a night. I haven't read Proverbs in forever, because I find myself drawn to the New Testament, especially after my Hebrew Bible class at UNC. Gosh, that class scarred me. I'm having to rethink the entire Old Testament and sift through everything the professor taught, because it was so skewed and fundamentally shattering.

I think this next semester is going to be a lot better. I'm going to work to make it better. But hey— I still have two weeks left of vacation. Why bother thinking about it now? ;)